Rania slept until the next morning.
Sunlight entered the room through the gap of the curtains. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her eyelids sleepily. Her vision was caught off guard by a ray of light. She frowned and buried her face into the pillow. Then, there was no sound.
After a while, the quiet ball on the bed wriggled.
Mister was not released, so he would not drag her out of bed. It was rare that she was not awakened by the warm touch of the towel. Rania was not used to it. Coupled with the nightmare last night, she did not come back to her senses for a while. She blinked a few times before she slowly woke up.
She moved like a snail to the sink, poured a cup of mouthwash, and began to wash up. At the same time, she asked Mister to comb her hair.
The little girl stood in front of the sink and brushed her teeth sleepily. Her nightdress moved without any wind, as if something was surging under the thin fabric. Then, several dark claws of mist drilled out from under the dress. The sharp claws pointed at the back of the girl's head, like the tree spirits that ate human brains in urban legends. However, the girl was brushing her teeth without noticing the approaching danger.
The sharp claws suddenly fell, but the sharp claws did not pierce into the girl's skull. Instead, they gently lifted a strand of curly hair. Another claw grabbed the comb and quickly and lightly combed the girl's black hair. Several claws cooperated with each other and quickly braided the girl's messy hair into neat braids.
They were obviously blood-stained murder weapons, but the way they treated Rania was as gentle as a flower. Even without the appearance, people could feel the incredible gentleness from them, like a tiger putting away its claws and lowering its head to sniff the rose.
If a child realized that he was different from others early on, then he would definitely try to explore his uniqueness. Rania was no exception.
And first of all, she had to know what she was.
Vampires, zombies, tree spirits, swamp monsters, ghosts, witches … none of these common fantasy creatures matched the characteristics of Mister. The body of the Black Mist was a cloud of mist with surging tentacles. It was immune to all physical damage. Logically, it should be an invisible monster, but Mister could also transform itself into a solid body and even transform at will, which was more like a slime …
What gave Rania a headache was that the Black Mist was not an independent life form, but a parasitic life form that needed to combine with a host to survive.
But although she did not know what she was, Rania did not have much obsession. It was just that as her mind filled in the love story of a mutant and a human, she became more and more respectful of her father. And when she wandered around AO3, she could not help but look at some tags strangely …
Due to her physique, Rania could not hold Mister for a long period of time. Holding and releasing Black Mist would also put a certain burden on her body, so naturally, she could not use it as she pleased. So as long as the conditions allowed, Rania would release Mister.
But now was not a good time to release Mister. She could not bring Mister out of the room, and it would be too troublesome to release him and then put him back …
Wait a minute.
Rania paused for a moment.
… It was not that she could not bring him out of the room, as long as there was a suitable reason to spend the night.
For example …
Rania was speechless.
She suddenly felt that she was very smart. Previously, she had no choice but to admit that she was in a relationship with Mister. Now that she thought about it … this excuse could not have been better!
Since they were in a relationship, wasn't it reasonable to spend the night in her room?
It was reasonable to look for her often! It was reasonable to come to Gotham for her! It was reasonable to be inseparable!
Now all she needed to do was to spread the word about Mister's existence in front of her father and brothers. The little girl thought seriously.
Today was a suitable day.
…
The distance between New York and Gotham was not too far. It was only an hour or two by car. With the traffic in New York, it was normal to spend an hour or two on the way to school, not to mention that there were commuters who took the plane to work.
The only troublesome thing was that Rania had not reached the age to get a driver's license, so they had to find someone to send Rania to school.
"Thank you, but there is no need to trouble you." Rania shook her head and rejected the suggestion. "Someone will send me."
Someone.
When they heard this answer, Tim and Bruce exchanged a look and read the answer from the subtle look in each other's eyes.
Nightwing previously mentioned that Rania had a girl of unknown origin. Batman had also investigated the other party's information. It was not to say that it was fruitless … but there was very little information, as if she had appeared out of thin air.
The girl with the name 'Mist' was as mysterious as the mist. She seemed to have undergone strict anti-reconnaissance training and would not leave a trace on the surveillance footage. In the end, they only managed to obtain a few pieces of surveillance data. It was even less than the information on the superhumans that they had found in the Lex Corporation's database.
Before they could find out more information, Dick quietly came back and told them that their Lesser Shrike was in a relationship with this girl.
Hearing this news, Batman and Red Robin could not help but ponder. "…"
They felt as if they were swept by an invisible force field.
If it was a normal family, regardless of whether their daughter was in a relationship with a boy or a girl, any father would be enraged when they heard that the other party wanted to send their daughter to and from school. They would clench their teeth and think of a way to "have a good talk" with the other party.
But Rania could not. How to get along with a child that he had not seen for a long time was a difficult problem. No one knew what a fifteen-year-old girl was thinking, not to mention that Rania did not grow up by his side.
Even Batman did not know how to treat such a little girl, and he was in no position to interfere with Rania's relationship.
The only thing left to determine was whether Mister could protect Rania … or whether they could watch over them.
At this moment, the doorbell rang.
…
Although they were all controlled by Rania's consciousness, there was a certain difference between Mister and Rania when it came to the way they treated people.
The physical strength of a human body was really poor. She would pant like a bellows after running two steps. Unlike Black Mist, Rania could only be a little more obedient. She did not exercise if she could, and treated herself like a vase. Her behavior became more and more ladylike. Being obedient would cause less trouble.
But Mister did not have this worry. When Rania was in Black Mist's body, she was more … free. Naturally, she would not think about not causing trouble. Not to mention tolerating, it would be better to say that provoking her would only make people miserable.
So, no one in the Bat Family would associate the girl in front of them with Rania.
The girl standing outside the door was slender and tall. Her white hair with a metallic luster formed a very attractive contrast with her skin color. She had a very eye-catching appearance, and there was even a kind of frightening sharp beauty. She was wearing a loose, off-the-shoulder white T-shirt and a motorcycle-style black jacket. Her collar was crooked, revealing a section of her collarbone. A pupil tattoo was embedded under her collarbone, faintly visible behind the straps of the suspenders.
In the surveillance footage, she had her hands in the pockets of the leather jacket, biting a lollipop. Her head was lowered, and her Martin boots were grinding on the ground. Her face was full of boredom.
Bruce was very familiar with this kind of girl. Mister looked like a common girl in the east side of Gotham, struggling to survive in the mud of Gotham. She relied on crime to earn money, and when she was ruthless, she was no less than any man.
At this moment, the girl in front of the manor looked up as if she had sensed something. Her eyes met the surveillance camera, and her eyes met Bruce's.
She slowly took her hands out of her pockets, took off the lollipop in her mouth, and raised her hands to show the camera that her hands were empty. Then, she put the lollipop back in her mouth.
From beginning to end, her eyes were filled with laziness and boredom, as if it was normal social etiquette to show the owner that she didn't carry any weapons. There was not much expression on her face that looked like an ice rose.
Bruce stared at her for a while, then looked away and told Rania, "Your friend is here."
Of course, Rania knew who it was. She nodded and said, "She is Mister."
"We are in a relationship," she added.
Rania could say this very naturally now. Plus, Mister was herself, and there was no girly sentiment to speak of. Her tone was especially sincere, which was even more convincing to Bruce.
Batman wouldn't be prejudiced against anyone because of their sexual orientation, including his daughter.
He considered how to express his encouragement and support.
"I understand," he said.
"… Are you sure you don't need a driver, Miss Rania?" Alfred changed the topic at the right time. "A driver with more driving experience might be more suitable for you."
Rania shook her head firmly again. "No, thank you."
She stood up with the support of her walking stick and looked at the door. Unlike her previous calmness, the little girl's eyes were sparkling. There was excitement and anticipation in her eyes that had never been seen before, as if she was a child looking forward to going home after class. It would make people think that the Weyne Manor was some kind of boarding school that abused children.
Rania was indeed very anxious. When she went downstairs this morning, she happened to hear the conversation between the butler and her father. The old butler said that with Master Bruce's injuries, he should really rest at home as she said. He couldn't ignore the groan of his brain just because the degree of his concussion wasn't serious.
Rania:???
Concussion???
When did her father naughtily give himself a concussion again?
And this was what Bruce Wayne answered.
"Uh-huh," he said.
Rania: "…" She couldn't let her father continue to be willful.
The little girl thought bitterly that if she came a little later, she would only be able to get a broken father.
After sending her to school, she could use the identity of Mister to keep an eye on him. Although if her father insisted on extreme sports, she couldn't stop him … at least she could keep an eye on him.
She was anxious, and there were traces in her eyes. Batman had always been good at analyzing micro-expressions and deducing information from them. Looking at such a little girl, he quickly came to a firm conclusion.
Based on the route in her memory, Rania controlled Mister to the door of the main house. As the door opened, she nodded slightly in the direction where Alfred should be, and then she couldn't wait to look at the only person she could see in the hall, which was herself.
In the eyes of others, from the moment he entered the door, Mister only stared at the little girl on the sofa. His eyes were so focused that there seemed to be no room for anyone else. Although there wasn't much sweetness that a lover should have, anyone would think that he was deeply in love.
The car key was already ready. Alfred took Mister to the garage to get the car. After saying goodbye to Bruce and Tim, Rania hurriedly followed them, multitasking very smoothly.
Suddenly, she saw a strand of hair sliding down behind her ear from Mister's point of view, so she naturally reached out and helped herself to tuck the curly hair behind her ear.
Her action was intimate and familiar. It wasn't gentle, but it was just right, as if there was no distinction between you and me. Even parents couldn't treat their children like this. And Rania also tacitly turned her head to make it easier for her to comb her hair. They didn't even need to make eye contact, it was all based on the telepathy.
The onlookers, Bruce and Tim: "…"
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